Create your own at Storyboard ThatWho's there? While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Oh Lenore, how I miss you... I sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore. Sir, or Madam truly your forgiveness I implore. I was napping when you came gently tapping at my chamber door! I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately raven. He perched and sat, and nothing more. AAHHH!! Nevermore Perched upon my chamber door, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only that one word. I engaged in guessing what he meant by croaking 'nevermore'. I tried to forget the memories of Lenore and quoth the raven 'Nevermore'. Nevermore The raven, never flitting, still is sitting, STILL is sitting above my chamber door. His eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. The lamp-light over him throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted-nevermore!